[Intro:]Yeah…I feel like a… new motherfucker, manAlright, let’s get the dust offLet’s get back to workStretchNickel

[Verse:]Yeah – I said victory, defeat – parallel feelingsGetting’ rich, friends trip, farewell bid ‘emYou go against me you won’t fare wellI’ll leave your ass bleedin’ in the stairwellTurn you to the “the” between the “where hell”Is he, like the cologne that I spray on him?Emerald, my stones so clean they lookin’ sterileI’m so major, that when I pass, treat these last flows like the last scrollAuction off these last known pagesStuck in my own ways, makin’ asshole wagesUsername is passcode vegasIt’s nickel, nigga, you can keep your little two centsNo longer the patron enthusiast, on to a new blueprintI feel like zonin’, find the headphones and spew it for my own amusementUntil it’s tool time, I ain’t use it for home improvementAnd I don’t have to know magic, bruhI’m wavin’ this ratchet like abracadabraThat’s a cadaverer, and only god to witness our resemblanceMy guys relentless, ridin’ like mogwais inside the gremlinDesigner rifles out the window, you ain’t seen this heatBanana clips see-through, lookin’ like ballerina feetGot your entire age-range on my dickIt’s nothin’ to put your little stage name on my listI took a little break to make some plans in my lifeI never thought I’d see the day that I’d put hands on my wife, butThat’s another story, perhaps another chapterIn the book written autobiographic by a warriorAnother story of a good guy whose eyelids are drunken shutGetting’ fucked up so much, you don’t know what the fuck is upWatchin’ world star, clutchin’ a cupRight after givin’ a side chick a bus driver uppercutBut that’s another storyI’m just gettin’ the dust offSlaughterhouseGoodbye…